Onward

In these early morning times, I feel
immortality hover about the house,
nestle in close with its abiding peace,
and I draw nearer to it,
finding comfort, finding warmth,
not even dwelling on a picture
of storms ahead – knowing my course is here,
step by step onward
into the beckoning arch.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2023

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